Lilian’s POV
You’re a Nightwalker.
The phrase didn’t just hang in the air between us. It struck with the force of a physical blow, shattering the fragile, remaining glass of my sanity and sending jagged shards of an impossible reality tearing through my mind.
It wasn’t just the horror of being a monster that crippled me. It was the sudden, violent realization that every scientific law, every rational truth, and every fundamental rule of physics I had based my entire existence upon was a complete and utter lie.
Magic was real. Monsters were real. The mundane, ordinary world I had struggled to survive in was nothing but a fragile cardboard set, and Alexander had just kicked it down.
“No,” I whispered, the denial immediate and visceral as I scrambled backward until my spine collided with
